Goddamn, I feel like the man Freshman of the year, I woke up like the man Never poppin' Xans, 'cause they killin' me, damn When you got the money, they be tryin' be your friend Okay, this a lame ass beat Walk up on your bitch, my dick eight feet deep Why he talking out his lip? He know ain't shit sweet Ayy, ayy, your block I'm gon' see Ayy, ayy, bussdown, not regular face (What?) Ayy, chasin' blues like DaBaby (What?) Ayy, swervin 'round with Kate (What?) Ayy, dropped out, no I didn't graduate man She see body, when she lookin' at a young nigga I fuck her good, now she talk about a young nigga And I don't understand these bitches, why they like me I put it in, now she wanna act so feisty Now she say she worth it, but she ain't worth it I put them diamonds on my wrist, and now she want me I swear you niggas always lookin' like y'all know me I put them diamonds on my neck, and now they want it And now she wanna get it right now And I'ma let her go for right now And when she talkin' 'bout she 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it And when I'm 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it, mmm, 'bout it